Chapter 24

After chatting with Ren Wanying, Xia Tian was then led by her to go up the second floor to meet Jin Yong.

As soon as they reached the corner of the stairs, someone came down towards him. Xia Tian and the others hurriedly let him aside.

"Hey, it's you again?! Didn't you leave that day? Why did you come back today?" The man came to Xia Tian, ​​but did not continue to walk down, but stopped and said to him sarcastically.

Xia Tian was stunned and looked at him again. Isn’t this person the editor He last time? Now when he saw him, his face was still so annoying, with his eyes rolling and his eyebrows staring at him, as if someone owed him eight hundred yuan and didn’t pay it back.

"I told you a long time ago that young people should be patient, but you just don't listen. Why? The manuscript can't be delivered, and now you have to be given to me for review?" Editor He said sarcastically again, "Tell you, there is no need to expect anything. I have given you the opportunity once, but you are not sure about it, and you can't blame others."

Xia Tian couldn't help but smile. He really didn't know how such a stubborn and weird guy got to the editor's position. He was about to tell Editor He the truth, but at this moment, Miss Ren, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke.

"Sorry, Editor He. A Tian has no time to talk to you now. Mr. Cha is waiting for him in the office at this moment." She said politely, but after hearing this, Editor He seemed to be slapped in the face and his whole face turned red in an instant.

This slap was so fragile! I was just now saying something shameless and wanted to keep Xia Tian out, but I didn’t expect that I had already taken the line from Mr. Cha. Thinking about it now, I was really like a clown just now, and I was so disgraceful!

"Ah, then I won't bother you, please!" He said with a blushing face and a smirk, then lowered his head and walked downstairs quickly. Because he ran too fast, he almost fell.

"Puchi!" Seeing his embarrassed look, Ren Wanying couldn't help laughing.

Xia Tian also felt very funny, "Thank you Sister Wanying for helping me out."

"You have to be polite. This editor He has always been above his rank and does not look down on others. I have wanted to mess with him for a long time, but you gave me this opportunity." Ren Wanying smiled.

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After laughing, Ren Wanying took Xia Tian to Jin Yong's office, "Mr. Cha, Xia Tian is here."

Jin Yong was lying on the desk to handle official business. He raised his head when he heard the voice and saw Xia Tian in front of him at a glance.

"It's really a hero who is a teenager." He couldn't help but praise. He didn't expect Xia Tian to be so young. "Mr. Xia, are you twenty years old this year?"

"Not yet, I'll be twenty years old next year." Xia Tian waved his hand and said. His life was born in August of 1965, and his 19th birthday was just two months after.

"I'm really young. In comparison, we are all old." Jin Yong said with emotion.

Life is rare in 60 years old. He is exactly 60 years old this year. Although he is still healthy, he already feels that his physical strength is deteriorating. He used to stay up late to get a manuscript and didn't sleep for three or two days. Now he can't stand it all night and he still needs to drink ginseng tea to refresh himself.

"How could it be? Mr. Cha is only middle-aged and can fight for at least another thirty years." Xia Tian said with a smile. If he remembered correctly, Jin Yongke would still be alive until he traveled through time.

"Then I thank you for your good words." Jin Yong smiled and said, "By the way, I have watched your "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple". It feels very good. I want to get it to my "Ming Pao" for serialization. But before that, I want to ask you first, is this novel you created?"

Xia Tian nodded, "Of course, how dare I deceive Mr. Cha. This is the follow-up plot I just wrote last night, you can tell at a glance. If Mr. Cha thinks there is still a behind-the-scenes person to catch the knife, then I can also continue writing it here."

"Okay, then let me have the honor to come and see it." Jin Yong originally asked the previous question as usual, but seeing Xia Tian's answer so confidently, he wanted to see what he created on the spot.

Xia Tian nodded, asked for a pen and a piece of paper, and then lay on the coffee table and started writing.

While he was creating, Kim Yong read his latest manuscript and nodded with satisfaction, "No, the plot is novel, the rhythm is smooth, the characters are outstanding, very good."

"Mr. Cha, I'll write these first." At this time, Xia Tian handed over a piece of paper he had just written and said.

"It's so fast." Seeing the dense handwriting on the paper, there are at least five or six hundred words, but this is only ten minutes in just over ten minutes, Jin Yong couldn't help but be surprised. "Ten minutes, more than five hundred words, more than three thousand words per hour, almost comparable to Ni Geng. He is really quick-witted and awesome!"

He took Xia Tian's manuscript and carefully reviewed it. It turned out to be the same style and the same handwriting. It seems that the book "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" was created by him, and there is no doubt.

Jin Yong nodded with a smile, then suddenly asked, "I have a question in my mind. I wonder if you can help me answer it?"

"Mr. Cha, please ask." Xia Tian was stunned, then said with a smile.

"That's right. I see that your first manuscript has ugly handwriting at the front, neat handwriting at the middle, and beautiful handwriting at the back. It was originally written by the same person, why are there such a big difference?" Jin Yong asked. He had been puzzled for several days and could not understand this truth.

Xia Tian was shocked when he heard this question. To be honest, this question is really hard to answer. Could it be to tell Jin Yong that it was because he had two souls in his body and was not able to get in with enough at the beginning, so his handwriting changed so much?! Then even if he didn't think he was mentally ill, he would probably retreat to him three feet.

After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, "That's right, Mr. Cha, I am actually a Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Master under Shaw Brothers. I happened to be injured on the day I wrote the book, so I wrote a little sloppy. Later, the activity started and it was less painful, and the words I wrote became better and better."

"Ah, so that's how it is." Jin Yong nodded suddenly. If a person's hand is injured, it will indeed have an impact on writing.

"You just said you are a Dragon and Tiger Martial Artsman of Shaw?" he asked curiously again.

"Yes, I have been a 'Xia Ke Dream' since I was a child. I practiced martial arts with my master, such as Bajiquan, Tai Chi, Shaolin Changquan, etc. Later, after dropping out of middle school, I became a Dragon and Tiger Martial Artsman with my master." Xia Tian briefly introduced.

"Ah, it turns out that you have real skills, no wonder." Jin Yong nodded with a smile.

Although he is a master of martial arts novels, he actually doesn't know how to punch or kick. But he also knows that if a martial arts novel writer knows some punch or kick skills, the novels he wrote will be better.

Just like Xiang Kairan, one of the two great masters of martial arts novels in the Republic of China, Pingjiang Buxiaosheng, he has real skills. He elaborated on the mystery of martial arts in his works, especially pointing out the similarities and differences between internal and external martial arts, providing excellent materials for the creation of martial arts novels in his later generations.

Zheng Zhengyin, one of the five masters of the Northern School, also learned Tai Chi and practiced the beautiful Nine-ring Big Sword. He also performed on stage. Because he was a martial arts master himself, he created it vividly, with clear and clear moves. He learned all the stories in the martial arts world, and set a precedent for "gang martial arts".

"Very good, Mr. Xia, since you have such a good foundation and are ambitious to engage in martial arts novel creation, you must be careful." Jin Yong encouraged again, "Don't be complacent, let alone half-hearted."

Xia Tian is only nineteen years old this year, and it is very rare to write such a good work. Moreover, he still has real skills, which is more conducive to his creation. Good seedlings like this must grow well and never become "sincere Zhongyong".

"I remember Mr. Cha's teachings." Xia Tian nodded, but he did not agree with his words.

Although writing novels can make money, it can't make a lot of money. At best, like Ni Geng, it's like tens of millions of dollars. Such a little money can't satisfy summer's appetite.

"Okay, let's talk about the issue of royalties now." Jin Yong said with a smile, which made Xia Tian suddenly feel energetic.

"That's right. The royalties of our Ming Pao have never been high. A great man like Gu Long and Ni Geng only cost 200 yuan a thousand words. You are still a newcomer now, so the royalties can only be set at 50 yuan a thousand words." Jin Yong explained to Xia Tian.

Xia Tian was stunned for a moment and quickly calculated it in his heart. Thousand words are 50 yuan, three thousand words per hour are 150 yuan, and two thousand four hundred yuan a day is 2,400 yuan, which is more money than being a Dragon and Tiger Martial Artsman.

But it only costs more than 2,000 yuan a day. If you want to make a million Hong Kong dollars by writing books, you have to wait at least two more years, so you don’t have that long to waste it.

When I thought of this, Xia Tian's mood that had just gotten up suddenly cooled down again, "Mr. Cha, can you improve a little more? To be honest, my dad owes nearly 300,000 yuan in usury now, and I must pay back the money as soon as possible."

"Let's do this. If you can sign an exclusive contract with our Ming Pao and only serialize this novel in our newspaper, I will add 60% of the royalties." Jin Yong suggested when he heard him say this.

"Can you still serialize it in other newspapers?" Xia Tian asked in confusion. He thought that like later online novels, he could only serialize it on one website.

Jin Yong twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little amused and crying, as if he had just dug a hole and buried himself.

Xia Tian originally didn't know the rules, and thought he could only be serialized in one newspaper, but now because of himself, he already knew. If he brought the novel to other newspapers and serialized it together, Ming Pao would lose this "exclusive" novel.

"Okay, I promise to sign an exclusive contract." Just when Jin Yong was worried, he suddenly heard Xia Tian laugh.

The manuscript fee is 60%, which means 80 yuan, which means 16 hours a day, and 100,000 Hong Kong dollars a month. This income is already pretty good.

Of course, perhaps if you serialize it in other newspapers, you will get a higher royalty than this, but Ming Pao has an advantage that other newspapers do not have, that is, its influence among the middle class in Hong Kong.

Being famous in Ming Pao is much more valuable than becoming famous in other newspapers, which can’t be bought even if you spend money.

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